“I would not be the man I am, nor would I sing the way I do, nor would I have written the songs I have written without the influence and inspiration you have been to me. I want you to know that today there are hundreds, if not thousands, who join me in saying, ‘God bless the day that you were born.’ ” – John Denver’s birthday letter to his mother, two months before his death
Today is John Denver’s birthday, born on New Year’s Eve in 1943. John Denver — forever in our minds as the youthful, blonde-headed, wire-rimmed granny glasses-wearing troubadour — would now be a 71-year-old grandpa if he had lived. His daughter Anna Kate, 38, who lives in New Zealand with her husband Jaime Hutter, gave birth to a daughter, Daisy Eloise, on December 21, 2011.
Anna Kate’s brother and Denver’s son Zachary, 40, lives with his wife Jennifer in Basalt, Colorado. Anna Kate and Zach’s mother is Annie of the innocently beautiful Annie’s Song fame who was married to Denver from 1967-1982, and still lives in Colorado. The birth of baby Daisy Eloise made her a grandmother.
Denver was tragically killed in October of 1997 at the age of 53 when the plane he was flying crashed into the Pacific Ocean off the coast of California. In a sense, for me, the music died that day … but it lives on because his songs are still with us.
From his earliest music like the quietly simple Poems, Prayers & Promises to the fun and rowdy Thank God I’m a Country Boy and Grandma’s Feather Bed to the little known but one of my favorites to play on the guitar Shipmates and Cheyenne … the vintage-John Denver I’m Sorry, and later in his career the hauntingly heart-tugging Don’t Close Your Eyes Tonight, John Denver has been my favorite singer-songwriter since 1969.
Perhaps it was his love of the Rocky Mountains that reflected my own love of the Blue Ridge, or maybe it was his appreciation of the simple things like the outdoors, good friends around a campfire, and the power of music to heal a hurting soul that drew me to him. Whatever it was, I rejoiced in his lyrics and guitar chords, and mourned when he died far too young.
Even today, I still hang onto every word as he sings the words to This Old Guitar, the love song he wrote about the 1910 Gibson guitar his grandmother gave him at the age of 12, and how it so very affected the path his life took. He closed his concerts with that song … an ode to his grandmother and his life … and anyone who has ever played a musical instrument understands the attachment between artist and instrument.
His story-telling wasn’t limited to his music. He had a charming way of presenting intros to songs by sharing personal experiences. Who can forget his Dancing With the Mountains video skiing Aspen Mountain? Watching it reminds me of skiing the Aspen mountains in that part of Colorado years ago. Denver was an excellent snow skier, and he knew the trails on Aspen Mountain like the back of his hand, something that is readily evident on the video as he actually “dances” with the mountain.
When my husband, sister (who lived in Denver at the time), and I attended his Red Rocks concert outside Denver, Colorado, on July 5, 1982, Denver shared his experience of traveling to China and looking out at the night sky half a world away. Annie, he realized, was back home in Colorado seeing the same moon and stars and, thus, came the song Shanghai Breezes … “The moon and the stars are the same ones you see/ It’s the same old sun up in the sky/ And your love in my life is like heaven to me/ Like the breezes here in old Shanghai.” But it was too late for John and Annie … their divorce was underway even as he sang that summer night in the shadow of the magnificent Rocky Mountains.
The magic of his concert at Red Rocks Ampitheater was captured for a television special. We were sitting on the third row right in front of the stage that we had staked out at noon for the night concert after standing in line for the first-come, first-serve seats. We watched as Denver and the band ran through the sound check at mid-day, and we partied the afternoon away in the Colorado sunshine with fans seated around us. It was a sold-out event, and we twenty-somethings were excited because it was far out! (For those too young to remember John Denver, Far out! was his signature saying.)
Amazingly, on a whim, I found the Red Rocks concert on YouTube. Ah, the beauty of the internet … all these years later, and there it was for me to listen and drift back in time and remember a wonderful concert that started before sunset and lasted long into the night under the stars in that magnificent Colorado sky. It was magical … a moment in time, a memory that lasts to this day. The entire audience was mesmerized by his singing and hanging onto every word, singing along with this Pied Piper of folk music.
The songs and interviews with Denver from the Red Rocks concert are divided into five videos: Part 1 (Take Me Home, Country Roads), Part 2 (Seasons of the Heart), Part 3 (Thank God I’m a Country Boy and Annie’s Song), Part 4 (Calypso), and Part 5 (Perhaps Love, written as a love song to his fans).
I heard him sing in the Coliseum in Richmond, at Carowinds in North Carolina, twice at Wolf Trap Theater in Vienna, and at Red Rocks. How sad we can never again sit and listen as his personality and talent took us away for that brief moment in time as he shared his life — his highs and lows, heartache and joys — through the lyrics of his songs.
On this day that would have been his 70th birthday, it is amazing how much I still miss John Denver….
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Lynn, He saved my life. He gave my teenage angst a place to focus, He held my Mom and me together during that horrible time called puberty when we could so easily have become enemies instead. I saw him once, only once when I was 30 at Walnut Creek in Raleigh and I sang and cried and sang and thanked the Maker that I was finally after 18 years only 6 rows from my Friend. My Friend who gave me his Music, love of the Mountains and an appreciation for all creatures. Thank your for remembering him on his birthday and probably everyday- like I do. Good Friends are really hard to come by.
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it is so nice to read all of your memories of John. I too, loved him and tried to see him as often as I could. My husband and I would celebrate another year of marriage at his concerts, mostly at Wolf Trap in VA, but we also saw him in DC, Naples, FL, Minneapolis, MN (at the Guthrie Theatre — it was such a perfect place and when he sang ‘Follow Me’ — I was more then READY. The 1st time we saw him was at the U of MN where my husband was in grad school, where he did a benefit concert for a friend (who was on the gymnastic’s team and was injured and became a quadraplegic) What a good person he was.I miss him and his fun stories — u could always tell what was going on with him personally by the songs that he sang — my favorite nite was when he was breaking up with his 2nd wife and he sang ‘Get your tongue out of my mouth cause I’m kissing you Good Bye’. The last time we saw him was at Wolf Trap at the end of July 1997 and we did not have tickets but I was determined to see him and so we bought tickets from a scalper (NOT an OK thing to do but I was not leaving until I saw him. Little did I know that there would not be another time since he died that October. I must say how horrible I would have felt if we didn’t see him that night and then found out that it was our last chance to see him. God does exist and every time I think of that night, I thank God forr creating JD — and my husband for putting up with my crazyness that night as I ran all over Wolf Trap determined to see John (thank God I did not know it would be the last. Thanks for sharing your memories too. I too think of him every single day — my children and their spouses and my granddaughters (4) are so happy if they happen to come over when John’s CD is not blasting as he sings just to me as I dream of my memories. They believe I am OBSESSED ~~~ OK so I am for sure and they need to adjust Right??!!
I still miss him so. This Old Guitar still brings me to tears.
I could be wrong but didn’t he sing a sing named Zackary after his son
The song I know where he mentions Zachary was the Christmas tune, “A Baby Just Like You,” that ends, “Merry Christmas, little Zachary. Merry Christmas, everyone.”
Then there’s “Zachary and Jennifer” with these lyrics:
Oh, we want to call him Zachary, we’ll raise him in the mountains.
He’ll bathe in crystal fountains, shining laughter in the sun.
We want to call her Jennifer. She’ll dance in field of flowers.
She’ll sing in summer showers, blending music to the time.
Oh, we want to live forever. In this mirror see tomorrow.
All the joy and all the sorrow we can only hope to share.
The name Jennifer, I believe, must have become Anna Kate. Beautiful music … never grows old.
Thank you for your post. I listened to John for countless hours as a teenager. I saw him only once in Greensboro, NC. His music was full of such joy and such sadness. I pray he has found the peace and contentment his soul was longing for.
I sang Calypso in the car today and felt this song tough my soul again.
Wondering if his children sang.
John is singing with the angels and someday I may be honored and sing next to him in heaven.
My other most favorite song is County Roads. My country roads are in Indiana and gives my fond memories Everytime I hear his song.